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REVAMP AND REVIVAL UNDERWAY!

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You are exhausted, hot, and tired from the long bus ride to the tourist trap that you decided to move to. The bus rolls to a stop, and you step off to see a young redhaired woman with a stoic face and greengold eyes.

She holds out a card, eyes locked on yours, and she speaks in a soft, monotone voice, “Welcome to Gravity Falls. I hope you enjoy your stay.” –

We are a panfandom group, ran on Amino, and we are accepting new members to join our family! The setting is based in Gravity Falls, Oregon. Don’t know Gravity Falls? No problem! That’s just where it’s based!

We welcome any fandom, and you can apply for any character, even ocs! Just be active and act appropriate, as it is a 13+ group!

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Retry (my apologies my dudes)

Name: Adrien Pronouns: He/him Age: 16 Character you are looking to play: Pidge Gunderson from Voltron: Legendary Defender How often are you available to RP: All the time pretty much, except for travelling and when I eventually run out of data, you know the drill y'all Triggers: Graphic gore/death and any form of slavery, no thanks Writing Example (i’m s o sorry): 

Realistically speaking, Pidge was surprised to find that things that had actually decided to go her way. Well, not exactly that, things just worked out in her favor. It’s a weird thing to describe. Let’s just settle on the apt description that something good happened, that she had been hoping for, but not expecting. Okay now we’re just stalling. Pidge hadn’t been expecting this amazing, wonderful, terrifying thing on this specific Friday night, because it was the same as every other night. School, broken families, obnoxious friends, and a night spent sitting on her roof with a telescope, home made technology, and blasting David Bowie. It was the same lyrics of Space Oddity flowing through her mind. It was the same steadiness of her tech, with no odd radio waves, or energy spikes, or sign of life outside of the rocky desert land surrounded by motels and a dingy McDonald’s. She’d been alien hunting for years. Ever since her brother and father vanished on a space mission, and hell, even a little before that, she’d been sitting on this roof and listening for something outside her atmosphere and waiting for… She actually wasn’t sure. A sign that they were okay? Or, that they at least weren’t dead. That life outside of Earth did exist? She couldn’t be sure. All she got from this hunting and research was that life, despite popular belief, would forever be the same. As this night was the same, as this alien hunting session was also, inherently, the same. Then again, it was the same for about ten minutes. Then she heard the beep. It was a very tiny beep, drawing her attention away from the not-so-starry sky to her technology. The beeping repeated, slow and spaced out before it sounded almost like a flat line on a heart monitor. Pidge watched her tech go wild, scrambled for the headphones of her radio set- but she didn’t even get a chance to put them on as something, what she was seventy percent was a ship, fall from the sky. And crash on the far outskirts of town. She was off the roof in seconds, stuffing things in her backpack and grabbing her bike and speeding off away from the house. She couldn’t believe it. Her tech going nuts, the crashing of a ship- no doubt in her mind, she knew this was the work of aliens. Fucking aliens! And what a coink-i-dink that they happened to crash right outside her home town! It was too crazy to be real. But she saw it. Felt it. Heard it. Believed it. Of course, and ever present question in her mind was- how good of an idea was it to go to the location? First alien and human interaction might not go so well. Especially for Pidge, since she had no way of defending herself against alien weaponry. Oh, wait, shit, would it have a cool ray gun? A sword? Or maybe like a canon, or a crossbow like Chewbacca- Pidge. Focus. Possibility of harm from aliens. As she contemplated this, she figured that it wouldn’t hurt to peek. Get a picture. Something. Pidge arrived there in little time, and while she was a bit out of breath from the effort she put into riding that bike, she slipped off and ran to the wreckage. There was a faint stream of smoke coming from somewhere on it. Ouch. She hoped the alien was okay. A hand reached out to touch the metal, scraped and dented and a little blasted, and she hummed in thought. Pidge wondered what kind of metal it was. Standard metal? Silver? Platinum? Did they even have that in space where this guy was from? That would be pretty sick, knowing that aliens depended on the same materials and resources that humans did. Even though it was unlikely. Looking out the ground for any broken off parts, Pidge found a curved piece of metal and shoved it into her bag. Just in case. Alright, game plan. Enter the ship and risk sci-fi form of death. Nice. She looked around the sides, circling the ship, but couldn’t really see anything that looked like a door. Maybe it was hidden. Like a plane door. Experimentally, Pidge banged on the metal to see if anything would stir inside. She of course pulled her hand back after this, holding her knuckles and cursing. No more banging on space ships. Got it. Okay, how was she supposed to do this? She really had no idea. Pidge was not an expert at this yet. She circled the ship again, adjusting her glasses, when finally, she saw what looked like a door. Excellent. Smirking, she stepped close to it, pushing and pulling at it. Sadly it was jammed. But, she could fix this. She knew it was handy to have a crowbar with you. It took some work, but she managed to pry the door open, slipping inside. It was dark, hard to see ahead of her. She heard something close by. Breathing? Something. “Hello?” Sure, Pidge, talk to the ominous breathing of an alien race, in the dark. Good idea.

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Accepted!

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Name: Andy Pronouns: they/them/he/him (they/them preferred) Age: 20 Character you are looking to play: Mabel Gleeful How often are you available to rp: just about every night Triggers: baby drama stuff Writing Example:

The alarm clock droned it’s beeps in a crescendo, marking the start of another long week. A soft groan emerged from the bedsheets and Mabel emerged to slap a hand against the clock to stop the noise. She always let herself sleep in just a tiny bit longer on Mondays, a little treat to start the notorious day off with. Already she could hear her brother brushing his teeth in the bathroom of their cute two story home on edge of town. Not that it gave the Gleefuls much peace with the enormous billboard reading ‘The home of the Gleeful twins, like from TV!’ Blinking the sleepiness from her eyes, Mabel stood herself up and peered at the large mirror across from her bed. Her hair was unruly. No matter what she tried to do the curls always tangled overnight. Dipper left the bathroom and Mabel shambled her way in to brush her teeth and apply makeup. No one besides her family saw her without it and it made days inside more enjoyable. It wasn’t a horrible thing to wear cosmetics in her opinion but sometimes it just seemed time consuming. Satisfied with her handiwork, Mabel moved downstairs for breakfast. A smoothie every morning with some buttered toast on the side. Another morning ritual. As much as she hated the lack of change anything else would send the rest of her day off-kilter. She took a seat across from Dipper, who was staring into his coffee and rambled on about the dream she had. He nodded and glanced up at her occasionally, something must have been troubling him. Mabel would find out when he was ready.

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ACCEPTED!

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Name: Silas Pronouns: He/Him/His Age: 16 Character you are looking to play: Everybody’s least favorite hell triangle! How often are you available to rp: all day every day Triggers: none rlly  (Optional Prompts:  -Write a memory that always really sticks with your character  -Write how Y/C ended up in Gravity Falls  -Write what an average monday morning is for Y/C) Ah, yes, Gravity Falls; the epitome of weirdness on earth! It was a pathetic little show, really– and to think that was as weird as earth got? Heartbreaking! Inhumane! Tragic! How did those poor little earthlings do it? Living such humdrum, bland existences? Fuck if Bill knew, but, being a charitable sort of triangle, he was about to change life as those little bone mobiles knew it, all starting with a little weirdness beacon known as Gravity Falls, Oregon.  Unfortunately, it took little investigation for Bill to learn that the universe he had taken up residency in did NOT have a Gravity Falls. Seemed he lived in the one universe where Quentin Northwest never settled the damned place– wait, no, that name wasn’t right. Nathaniel Trembley? Ugh. Let’s just call him… Quathaniel Normbley. Or, haha! Better yet! Meatsack Townfounder! Anyway, Meatsack Townfounder never decided to make that one specific plot of land into a place where other Meatsacks could park their shit and start their un-weird existences there for generations, which would have made a perfect little testing ground full of humans and existing weirdness reserves for Bill’s experiments donations. No Meatsack Townfounder, meant no town, which meant no human breeding and travel in and to the town, which then meant the only thing there was simply more woods filled with undiscovered weirdness. No humans around to share it with.  So, the search began for a new universe he could adopt as his own both with a Gravity Falls, and without an existing Bill Cipher; a surprisingly tall order to fill! No matter how much of a special shapeflake Bill  would like to consider himself, he knew the reality of the multiverse; if one of you existed, more of you existed in infinitum, polluting the trillions of galaxies like parasites and occasionally fighting one another for territory. And Bill was nearly positive he wasn’t the first Cipher to have the smart idea of introducing weirdness to the 3rd planet from an average star in the Milky Way Galaxy.  To Bill’s surprise, he managed to find a universe nearly right away without a double! According to records, there had been one at one point, but he.. blah blah blah.. whatever, this was boring. The important part was that there was an opening, and fuck if he wasn’t going to take it!  Now all he had left to do was find some poor sucker to posses for a little while– just until he could get a real hold on a physical form.   NO REFUNDS

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its ya bOi

Name: Leo

Pronouns: They/them

Age: 16

Character: Leo Valdez (The Heroes Of Olympus)

Availability: Pretty much always

Triggers: Talk of eating disorders, noncon

Writing example:

There was just no such thing as a regular goddamn morning here. Not that it phased Leo in the slightest- he never knew what normal was. Or, well, objectively he did know what it was, but it had never been something that applied to any aspect of his life. At a camp for half-bloods, it just kinda goes without saying that there would always be some kind of something going on constantly. Maybe the schedule had been set up to establish a routine, but no matter what Chiron tried to set them up with, weird shit would always happen. Sometimes it didn’t involve everyone, however. Sometimes it was just Leo, and the shenanigans he got up to all by himself to have an irregular morning.

He remembered it had been morning, at least. Not that there was much of a concept of time in ye ol’ Bunker 9, but the way his body had felt- heavy, slow yet vaguely jittery- had told him that he’d been working for a solid 8 hours at least, and he definitely remembered that it’d been after dinner when he went down. The exact time, the demigod didn’t know. He never knew exact times, just approximate times of day.

What the machine was supposed to do, he also remembered. It had been a transportation device. Honest to all the gods, it had been inspired by Nico di Angelo and his shadowtravel, a power Leo was admittedly a little envious of. Sure, flying on Festus was certainly a fun way to travel, and certainly efficient, but he was prone to getting lost or forgetting directions. It wasn’t the most discreet way to travel, either. By demigod standards, at least. Or maybe these are all excuses and he just wanted to see if he could make this device. It was hard to tell.

Did the device work? Well… yeah. With the drowsy knock of a button at some ungodly hour in the morning, he was somewhere that was definitely not his beloved bunker, with only a vague memory of how it happened. Although he hadn’t slept properly in who knows how long, he was wide awake now, looking around from his spot on the ground. It looked like an area people lived in, and based on past experience, that could be for better or for worse. In a rare moment of hesitation, he stood up and dusted himself off. The device, which operated primarily on things of magical influence, was still strapped to his wrist, and Leo immediately noticed upon looking at it that it definitely wasn’t on. The lights that indicated that it was operating were off, and when Leo unstrapped it and flipped it to it’s underside, the switch was on. The damn thing was busted. Or… no, it wasn’t busted, but it certainly wasn’t working.

That was probably the scariest thing about this whole situation. That meant he was stuck here.

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Please excuse the mess as we have just undergone the transition from VK to Amino!

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You are exhausted, hot, and tired from the long bus ride to the tourist trap that you decided to move to. The bus rolls to a stop, and you step off to see a young redhaired woman with a stoic face and greengold eyes.

She holds out a card, eyes locked on yours, and she speaks in a soft, monotone voice, “Welcome to Gravity Falls. I hope you enjoy your stay.” –

We are a panfandom group, ran on Amino, and we are accepting new members to join our family! The setting is based in Gravity Falls, Oregon. Don’t know Gravity Falls? No problem! That’s just where it’s based!

We welcome any fandom, and you can apply for any character, even ocs! Just be active and act appropriate, as it is a 13+ group!

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Name: Silas ✌✌ Pronouns: He/Him/His Age: 16 yall know this Character you are looking to play: Pavi Largo from Repo! The Genetic Opera How often are you available to rp: a lot lmao Triggers: eh

Vacation was something Pavi liked the sound of. But upon seeing their intended vacation spot? Pavi was liking it less and less. They were expected to stay in an ancient cabin the middle of the woods– no nightclubs! No bars! No Genterns! But.. perhaps that was the point. “This is bullshit! Pop only brought us here to keep us from fucking embarassing him!” Pavi’s older brother hissed upon entry of the small cabin, face screwed up in a mixture of anger and a little hurt. Running a hand through his black tresses, Pavi took a deep breath. Fine. This was fine. He could deal with this. “At least this-a will be a summer without father-a breathing down my neck. ‘Be a man, Paviche!’, 'Makeup is-a for women, Paviche!’, 'you’re a disappointment, Paviche!’. Too bad-a precious papa can’t boo me here too, hm?” He said with a mischievous grin, dramatic accent as thick as ever. He crouched down next to his bag, unzipping it to begin fishing within its contents. Soon, he pulled out a handful of underwear, from which he produced a few plastic baggies full of..makeup. Of course. He must have paid Carmella to buy him more again.

Still grinning, Pavi straightened up with the makeup in hand, leaving his laundry carelessly strewn across the cabin floor. “Want to-a help me get done up, dear fratello~?” Disgust was added to the small list of emotions that screwed up Luigi’s face in an ugly expression. “Fuck no! I’m not helping you with that fag shit!” He spat viciously, fishing for something in his pocket..a switch blade, of course. For a brief moment, the sight of it made Pavi freeze in fear. Would this finally be it? The time where Luigi had enough and finally offed him? “Fuck it. I’m going outside. Pick up your shit” Luigi said bitterly as he stalked to the (wide open)wooden door, slamming it shut behind him. “ Stupido. Luigi vuole solo colpire le cose con il cazzo o la lama. Non c'è tempo per il Pavi! Pensavo che potevamo trascorrere del tempo insieme. Cazzate. Questo sarà proprio come a casa…” Pavi grumbled as he bent down at the waist, scooping up some of his discarded undergarments only to toss them in the vague direction of his suitcase. Thankfully, his frustration with his brother wouldn’t last long. Pavi always had found a strange sense of peace whenever he did makeup. It was like painting a masterpiece, creating art he could showcase simply by going outside! There was one point in time where doing a full face of makeup on the mask (and some of his own marred skin) would take Pavi nearly two hours, and numerous makeup wipes. But now? A half hour, and maybe one makeup wipe produced a look that made the youngest Largo brother swell with pride. Dark lips, smokey eyes, every blemish or imperfection smoothed over with a fine layer of light powder. Ah, it was amazing!

Leaving his makeup products strewn across the small bathroom counter, Pavi strode to the cabin door with newfound confidence, throwing it open with about as much theatrics as one would expect from him. “Wigi! Fratello! Come-a  look at the Pavi! É perfectto!” but..his brother wasn’t there. Pursing his lips and furrowing his brow, Pavi turned to go back inside, perhaps tattle on his flighty sibling, only to be stopped dead in his tracks as he realized the cabin had changed. It was different. Bigger. And since when had that door been a screen door? He was positive it was solid wood. He pulled the door open again, peering inside with a mixture of confusion and disbelief as he found the interior had changed, too! It seemed to be some sort of gift shop, with none of Pavi’s belongings in sight! He let the screen door swing shut on its own as he began to back away, eyes wide, painted lips moving as frightful words came out as nothing but a quaking whisper. “No, no.. Questo non è vero. Questo è pazzesco. Oh mio Dio, oh mio dio…” Sure enough, there were more sudden changes for the lone Largo child to behold. Across the roof, in big, faded letters. MYSTERY SHACK. That wasn’t there before! What was happening? Pavi wasn’t entire sure that he wanted to find out..

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Name: Tyler Pronouns: He/Him Age: 19 Character you are looking to play: Dubstep from Mymusic  How often are you available to rp: At least 3 times a week Triggers: Spider pictures Writing Example  (Optional Prompts:  -Write a memory that always really sticks with your character  -Write how Y/C ended up in Gravity Falls  -Write what an average monday morning is for Y/C)

Dubstep would walk curiously towards the office, his boss had called him in without techno which was never a good thing… He would pull up a seat in his bosses oh so ironic office, bleh. Totally not his style. “Wub bzzt wub wub wub?” He would question curiously as he looked at Indie.

Indie would fold his hands over one another as he looked at Dubstep. “You’re going to be part of our… new branch. Out in Oregon.” Dubstep would furrow his brow… he would be away from Techno… but it was either that or lose his job… and he’s sure Techno could convince Indie to let her go too… “Uh… Wub wub.” He would state before standing up, and walking out.  ---------- Weird is always welcomed *good shit emojis here*

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Name: Jack Pronouns: He/him Age: 18 Character you are looking to play: Pete Dylan  How often are you available to rp: Mostly every day  Triggers: none  Average Monday morning: It was early when the goth woke up, way too early to be up on an Monday morning, yet he could sleep. With a soft groan he say up, giving the huge gray fluff ball of a cat a scratch behind the ear.  When he’d finally gotten out of bed he went to take a shower, but just as he steeped in could a loud meow be heard behind him. He turned to look at the cat before crossing him arms “what do you want now? you already got your breakfast” And the cat answered with jet a meow. Ignoring this he steeped in and started his shoulder, but as usual was his cat sitting there meowing at. Maybe he tough Pete was going to drown? what ever it was did this happen ever time he took his shower.  Having woken up so early he used his time in the shower, enjoying the warm water until it ended up turning cold, and once it was cold he quickly got out. Drying himself and dressing with the cat dragged after him he finally managed to finish up and get his ass out. Looking back he looked at his cat then at his old looking van, maybe one day he’d manage to get a better place. NO REFUNDS ———– Lookin’ good! Ur in! 

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I don't know what I'm d o ing

Name: Flores Pronouns: she/her/hers, they/them/theirs Age: Too old,,, Character you are looking to play: murdoc How often are you available to rp: All day err day Triggers: Excessive visual gore, graphic animal death, miscarriage/abortion Writing Example inhales

Livid.

Murdoc Faust Niccals was angry. His lead singer (and the rest of the band) was ripped away from him on their tour. Then this woman, white as absence, forceful, and small came up to him like he was a long lost friend. Didn’t she know who he was?

Oh. Apparently she did. He barely listened to her words.

“I know where 2D is. He’s looking for you, Mr. Niccals.”

His eyes roamed over her form, nodding absently for a moment before he looked up again. “Wot? 2D? Where is he? Did you take him? Who sent you?”

She held up a hand, but that didn’t stop him. His anger came back in a rush and he was sure she was sent by him, by someone to ruin his band. His words fell harsh and angry and he grabbed her shoulders.

Mismatched eyes glared down at her but she didn’t even look affected. She merely stared up at him with a deadpan. His fingernails dug into her shoulders as he tried to make himself look bigger, more intimidating.

“Take me to him, ya little numpty.”

“As you wish.”

The girl snapped her fingers and they were surrounded in a green energy. For a brief panicked moment, he thought she was going to kill him, end his existence right here. However, no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get his fingers to listen to his head.

Was she an angel? Was 2D dead? Nonono. Was she going to take him to Heaven to see him? Surely not.

No. Not unless Heaven was a swanky hotel room with three kids and…2D. Finally, he was able to release the gothic angel and run over to his bandmate. The startled yell didn’t matter as he scooped his moneymaker (right, moneymaker, sure) into his arms and squeezed.

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Name: Tyler Pronouns: He/Him Age:  19 Character you are looking to play: My OC! Lola Vidichi How often are you available to rp: At least 3 times a week Triggers: Spiders Writing Example  (Optional Prompts:  -Write a memory that always really sticks with your character  -Write how Y/C ended up in Gravity Falls  -Write what an average monday morning is for Y/C)

Lola’s eyes would be drawn to her own nail as she crossed her leg over the other. “Now boys what on earth could you want with little ol’ me?” She’ll question curiously at the mob people before. The boss pinching the bridge of his nose, he hated working with her. A low tut would come as they explained what they wanted her to do. “Such a trivial task, are you certain about that boys~? I’m going to charge my usual rates for such a simple task.” Her hand would wave towards the door a spool of cloth would fly forwards her hand drawing out some of the cloth, weaving the product together, her magic working it’s way into the cloth, enchanting it.

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Name: Jimmy Pronouns: He/him Age: 17 Character you are looking to play: Gabriel Rosemary, an OC How often are you available to rp: Every day Triggers: None Writing Example:

Gabriel was careful to be quiet as he stepped into the tiny abandoned house he had made a (sort of) home out of. As he did, he was greeted by the sight of his twin sister Cecilia already asleep on the couch, still in her clothes and all. The light was still on. She must have been trying to stay awake for him. She was always looking out for him. Making sure he came home alive every night. He sighed. He grabbed a blanket from the floor and placed it over his sister’s sleeping form, shutting the light off before heading into his own bedroom.

He didn’t even bother avoiding the endless piles of trash on the floor as he made his way to his mattress. He laid down and kicked off his shoes, staring up at the ceiling above him. It had been a good night, really. He’d been with his friends. And a certain one of those friends had been staying awfully close to him, as per usual. A small groan of frustration escaped Gabriel and he pressed his palms against his eyes. He really did wish he could throw the past away and move on, but the past always seemed to eat away at him. Something always did. Someone always did.

He turned over. Might be another sleepless night.

Legal name: Gabriel Rosemary Preferred name: Gabriel Age: 23 Gender: Male Pronouns: He/him Place of Origin: California Species: Human Personality: Very quiet, mostly keeps to himself. Easily annoyed with people. In a near constant state of depression and closes himself off from others, even those he cares deeply about because he doesn’t want to hurt them, get them caught up in his problems or be a burden to them. Sometimes looks for distractions by hanging out with his friends but finds himself unable to stay happy for long. Birthday: November 16, 1993 Sexual Orientation: Gay Occupation: Unemployed Body type: Severely underweight Height: 6'0" Weight: 106 lbs. Skin color/tone: Medium brown Hair color/style: Dark brown, medium-short length and unevenly cut Eye color: Yellow Link to any visual references you may have (optional): https://m.imgur.com/k10VfdE

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 It’s Jenn, back it at again with the apps. 

age: 23 

Muse: Sadie Doyle from Beyond Belief 

Availability: I’m here eternally. 

Triggers: None!

The penthouse apartment was quiet in the early hours of the morning, light filtering in through the window and casting a pretty glow about the room. The sitting room itself was lavish, expensive furniture and elegant trinkets framing the room. It was very apparent that the owners of said suite were uppercrust, the entire area glittering with wealth. 

What wasn’t glittering currently, however was the said owner of such establishment. Sadie Doyle lay sprawled out on the couch, snoring away what was going to be quite the hangover. Her usual remedy for such things was just to sleep through the morning! Ha! Hangover averted. 

But it was not to be. A few minutes into her unflattering snoring, there was a knock at the door. Sitting up with a groan, Sadie’s usually coifed hair was sticking up in erratic directions and her make up was ringer around her eyes. She glared blearily at the infernal knocking, then pulled the blanket  over her head, curling up in a ball. 

“Fraaank. Frank, darling, there’s someone at the door. Do tell them to go, I’m all out of hospitality today." 

When there was no answer, she made a frustrated sound and bounded up to make her way to the bar, poitnedly ignoring the door. Perhaps a night or er, morning cap would make her more sociable. Only one way to find out!

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It's mikey im trash and adding a new muse

Mikey

He/Him

20

Frank Doyle from beyond belief.

i live here now.

no triggers. 

Frank could never forget the night he met his darling Sadie. It was another boring Friday evening for Frank Doyle. Drunk and being carted off to another exorcism blah blah blah, But that  night, oh that night, That night was night his life began. Not because  of the terrible demon, Those were day to day. But across the room he saw her. His darling  Sadistic  across the room. When he laid eyes on her. That’s when Frank Doyle’s life began,   

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Name: Alice

Pronouns: She/her Age: 18 Character you are looking to play: Triage Fournier How often you are available to RP: Basically every day, mostly in the evenings. I have bad social anxiety so I have to get used to everyone. Triggers: Eating disorders (mentions are fine but talk about restriction and stuff makes me really uncomfortable) Writing Example: (monday morning) The alarm clock sounded and woke Triage from their deep sleep. Mondays are always the worst, despite not having a job. Actually, every day was the worst for them. It was just the general ennui that filled life making it hard to function. They sat up in bed and stared out the window for a bit. Depressed thoughts raced through their mind–how they couldn’t hold down a job, how their friends were annoyed by them, and so on. Sadness plagued their mind until they went back to sleep to avoid dealing with their problems. Certainly, the mornings were generally better than their nightly alcoholic episodes but both proved to be unproductive.

Legal Name: Triage Fournier Preferred Name: Triage Age: 21 Gender: Androgynous Pronouns: They/them Place of Origin: France Species: Human Personality: Very laid back. They used to have good work ethic but soon gave up. They love playing pranks on people and annoying them in general. Despite this happy exterior, they have major depression. Also, they have an addictive personality and use substances (mainly cigarettes and alcohol with illegal drugs on the side) to ease psychological pain. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Occupation: Was a physicist, now unemployed Body Type: Very tall and very thin. Not muscular. Height: 5'11" Weight: 110lbs Skin color: Very light and slightly grey-ish Hair color: Light teal. Their hair is a mess and it’s very long. Since they tend to avoid brushing it, someone else usually has to do it. Eye color: Orange Reference: http://imgur.com/a/kdQRr

NO REFUNDS!!!!!!! I was Alice in the old group but I’m not going to RP as her anymore because Triage is a lot more fun, IMO :-D

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